Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 51

The boss took Wang Xinghe to Norway.

He Zheng could temporarily enjoy a slightly easier short vacation.

By the time he returned to his apartment next to his company, Zhao Yan was already gone.

Even the sheets and bedding had been changed.

He Zheng leaned against the doorframe, watching the white gauze curtains fluttering in the breeze, and sighed internally. “So hard to chase.”

“Meow meow meow~” His Ragdoll cat rubbed against his feet, meowing.

He Zheng crouched down and picked up the long-haired male cat. “Xiao Nian, do you think he will spend next year’s New Year with me?”

While petting the Ragdoll’s hot, soft body and listening to its purring, He Zheng felt a touch of loneliness.

Zhao Yan had secretly loved Wang Xinghe for ten years, and what about him? He had secretly loved Zhao Yan for thirteen years.

Holding the Ragdoll close, he lay down on the carpet and took off his glasses, setting them aside.

The spotless floor, the mirror lenses covered with fingerprints, and one cat and one man lying forlornly on the floor.

Everything felt so desolate.

The cold night outside seemed to have completely merged with him.

“I miss him…” He Zheng really missed Zhao Yan.

So he took out his phone. The glowing white screen lit up He Zheng’s refined face.

He dialed a string of numbers.

“Du du du—” The call went unanswered for a long time.

He Zheng didn’t give up and dialed again.

“Du du du—”

This time, someone picked up.

“Why are you calling? Spit it out!” Zhao Yan’s irritable voice came through the phone.

He Zheng’s eyes crinkled with a smile, his heart filled with joy, but his words were like a hook: “Does the Young Master need someone to warm his bed tonight?”

“Du du du—” Zhao Yan hung up immediately.

Hearing the dial tone, He Zheng curved his lips and chuckled. “He’s too cute.”

He Zheng dialed again.

This time, it was hung up instantly: “Du du du du—”

He Zheng dialed yet again.

This time, Zhao Yan picked up and immediately exploded, “He Zheng! What the hell do you want!”

“Come out and talk? I think we should have a serious conversation.” He Zheng released the Ragdoll cat.

He stood up, brushed the cat hair off his clothes, and walked into the walk-in closet. He chose a pair of white athletic pants and a light gray hooded tracksuit top. As he listened to Zhao Yan’s voice, he changed his clothes.

“What do we have to talk about!” Zhao Yan replied grumpily.

“The incident where you were scammed in the private room last time.” He Zheng packaged the evidence and video and sent it to Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan received the message, clicked it open, and saw a video of a group of male models touching him.

He even saw the bill for over three million that He Zheng had paid, and his eyebrow twitched.

He had been set up.

“A coffee shop. There’s a HEIE in a neutral location.” Zhao Yan didn’t want to go to He Zheng’s place, nor did he want He Zheng to come to his.

The few accidental encounters they had already had were embarrassing enough.

“Mhm, see you later.” He Zheng checked the time, went to the bathroom to wash the gel out of his hair, and simply toweled it dry.

Then he went down to the parking garage.

He didn’t even put on a jacket.

He drove with the window down on the way to the coffee shop. The cold wind bit at him, making him feel a piercing chill.

But the smile on his face didn’t fade at all.

When he arrived at the coffee shop, the handsome man in casual sportswear, looking refreshed and cool, attracted many eyes as soon as he stepped in.

Zhao Yan also curiously glanced at the handsome guy standing at the entrance, feeling sentimental that college students were indeed handsome; youth was great.

Before he could look away, he saw the handsome guy in white athletic pants and a light gray hooded sweater walking towards him.

Zhao Yan: Σ( ° * °)!

He Zheng unceremoniously pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. “Good evening.”

Zhao Yan gasped slightly. “I really didn’t expect Secretary He to look quite like a university student without his glasses and with his hair down.”

He Zheng’s smile broadened, and he leaned his head closer. “I specially dressed up to see you.”

Zhao Yan was uncomfortable with his proximity. “What are we talking about?”

He Zheng acted as if he didn’t notice, his hair almost touching Zhao Yan’s.

“Didn’t we already sign the contract? Did the Young Master forget again?”

Zhao Yan frowned, reached out his hand, and pushed him back a little. “Why bring that up again!”

“It’s a matter of black and white, Young Master~ You can’t just abandon me, right?” He Zheng winked at Zhao Yan.

This was the first time Zhao Yan had calmly looked closely at He Zheng.

His eyes were very beautiful—dark, bright, aggressive, and openly showing his little schemes.

Zhao Yan didn’t appreciate it. “Here’s your money. If there’s no real business, I’m leaving.” Zhao Yan pushed a check for 3.5 million to him.

He Zheng had no interest in money; he had already earned enough by following Lu Jingze.

Just by hearing snippets of information while being by his side, his private investments had been profitable enough.

Not to mention that Lu Jingze had given him a ten-million check upon his return as a bonus for properly handling the Lu Corporation’s affairs during his absence.

“Wang Xinghe and Lu Jingze went to Norway to see the Northern Lights. They’ll be back in at least five days.” He Zheng knew Zhao Yan was smart.

He wasn’t one to gossip, but giving Zhao Yan a hint was enough.

Zhao Yan indeed fell silent.

He turned his head, and his cultured eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses showed a self-mocking, bitter smile. “You didn’t have to specifically run over here in the middle of the night just to twist the knife.”

He made no secret of his fondness for Wang Xinghe. “Even if Xinghe and I have absolutely no chance, I’ve still liked him for ten years. Hearing news like this from you still makes me uncomfortable.”

“Secretary He, you are off work. You don’t have to go to such lengths for your boss. I pose no threat to him!”

The more Zhao Yan spoke, the more agitated he became, and the sadder he sounded. The hand gripping the coffee cup was trembling.

He truly couldn’t hear any news about Wang Xinghe with composure yet.

A flash of jealousy crossed He Zheng’s eyes.

He lowered his gaze, his long bangs正好 obscuring his vision.

When he looked up again, he had a smile back on his face. “I am off work, so I’m not doing this for Lu Jingze. I’m here to ask the Young Master for a chance.”

Zhao Yan looked at him. “What chance? Don’t say anything disgusting like a chance to pursue me.”

“I… can’t forget Wang Xinghe. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

He had considered He Zheng the first time they had sex, but later, he rejected the idea.

He felt that feelings weren’t produced just by sleeping around.

Since his heart belonged to Wang Xinghe, it wouldn’t be fair to He Zheng.

He also didn’t understand He Zheng’s heart; maybe he was just playing around, and Zhao Yan felt that kind of personality wouldn’t last.

Ultimately, there was no love in any of his considerations.

He couldn’t forget Wang Xinghe and fall for someone else right now.

“It doesn’t matter. Young Master, give me a chance, okay~” He Zheng looked at him seriously.

Zhao Yan evaded his gaze. He couldn’t make a decision.

“It’s too late… I should go…”

Zhao Yan stood up to leave.

“Bang—” Suddenly, the sound of something collapsing came from behind.

Everyone in the coffee shop was startled.

They saw He Zheng slump forward onto the ground.

Zhao Yan was shocked too. He rushed back, knelt down, and pushed him. “He Zheng! He Zheng!”

“He has a fever…” Zhao Yan didn’t dare delay. He lifted He Zheng onto his back and rushed out.